Today in church the High Counselor that spoke told a story
in the beginning about how mothers of brides are
always crying because their daughter's
usually marry men just like their fathers.
You can interpret this in two ways. They
are crying out of joy-----or out of sympathy!
I did marry someone alot like my father. A
man who takes care of me and honors his priesthood
and who greatly loves the Lord. Love ya Matt!
My dad was at every one of his grandchildren'sbaptisms because that was what was
important to him. He was not retired at this
time in his life. He had to take vacation time or make a really
quick trip over just a few days--but he always did it.
I loved that about him!
Did his grandchildren know that he loved them--
YES!
This I think is one of my favorite pictures of him---doing what he loved the most!
My heart still swells when I see this picture to
remember the suffering he went through but
still pressed forward in faith that their was something
better on the other side.
Today the tears come easy.
I have a husband who loves me because
of a father who trained me up well.
I try and live my life so that I will be able
to embrace my father again one day on the other side.
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!

